Page 103 of Ruthless Scoundrel
“Is that not what you want?” I ask.
“Love is dangerous,” she whispers.
“Why?”
Her eyes glisten. “It makes us foolish.”
My heart pauses, threatening to leap out and abandon me. If this is a test, I’m not sure what the right answer is, but I know what answer I can’t live without.
“I’ll be your fool.”
I lean into her, and she stretches up to meet me. Our lips crash together in a mess of passion that restarts my pulse. No other thoughts breach my mind but of her, of wanting this.
Ohksana’amai.
I won’t take her honor. Not now. Not until she loves me. But I’ll make her scream until she’s gasping for air. Until she’s passed out in my arms once again.
My other arm slides under her and I push the tentacles between us. Her bare thigh is smooth and searing hot. My suckers pull at her skin as I make my way closer to her center, leaving my marks everywhere on her.
Finally, I slip through her undergarment and find her soaking. I wriggle the tip of my tentacle across the swollen bud I know will make her writhe. Reina arches her back and moans into my mouth. “More.” I move faster for her, sliding up and down the length of her sex from opening to clit.
She grinds her hips into me and tugs on her arms. “Need to. Touch you,” she whispers between ravenous kisses.
I press the tip of my tentacle inside her and she keens so loudly, I worry the other travelers can hear her. My othertentacle slides up beside the first and latches onto her sensitive little pearl. I work in and out, suckling on her in time with my thrusts.
“Gods, Jasper,” she says with animalistic hunger as she throws her head back against the tree.
I dip my chin low and bite her nipple through her dress, sending her over the edge. My cock aches at the sound of her orgasm lighting up the night. I ease off her, slowly letting her come down.
Reina pulls on her arms again. “More,” she begs. “I want you.”
I grin and flick my tongue across her hard nipple. “So greedy, sunshine.”
Suddenly, the skin of her arms flares hot under my grasp. I release her on instinct. She throws one arm around my back and pulls herself against me as the other dives for my waistband again. She forces her way under my clothes and grips my cock. She pumps me hard and feverishly, sending jolts of pleasure coursing up my spine and down my legs.
“More,” she pleads again, and so I give her more.
I push my tentacle deeper inside her and bulk it, like closing a fist. It expands, hardening, and she cries out. I swallow the sounds and keep thrusting. Her fist tightens and spreads my arousal over my head. The pressure of her fingers is perfect for fucking myself against her into oblivion.
But not yet.
My suckers slip along the crests of her perfection and make her keen higher. “Again,” I groan. “Come for me again.”
Her legs constrict around my waist, and she sucks down a deep gasp to scream. I force a tentacle into her mouth to stifle the sound, and by the gods, she begins tosuck.I grind my hips against her hand as the sensations of being inside her threaten to overwhelm me. Her tongue coasts along the ridges of one tentacle as her pussy clamps down on the other.
I press her into the tree, driving myself deeper into her hand and my tentacles farther into her heat. Her throat works as she chokes me down and I know I’m going to lose myself. Her palm is so slick and her grip so strong, fucking her fist feels like transcending to the afterlife.
I bury my face in her neck and try to hold on. I’m greedy, too, because I want more. I want to last. I want to watch her bounce on my cock and scream out her pleasure again and again. The image has my balls tightening against my body as my muscles tense.
“Reina—fuck—I’m coming.”
I thrust against her and spill myself as I bite down on her neck. She moans and the vibrations along my tentacle shimmer down my arm and mirror the sensation in my cock. Euphoric haze washes away the world as I suck on her neck, fucking her hand with my dick and her pussy and mouth with my tentacles.
My mate.
Mine.
Ohksana’amai.
